All night long I hear the sleepers toss
Between the darkened window and the wall.
The madman's whimper and the lover's voice,
The worker's whisper and the sick child's call—
Knowing them all
I'd walk a mile, maybe, hearing some cat
Crying its guts out, to throttle it by hand,
Such simple love I had. I wished I might—
Or God might—answer each call in person and
Each poor demand.
Well, I'd have been better off sleeping myself.
These fancies had some sentimental charm,
But love without direction is a cheap blanket
And even if it did no one any harm,
No one is warm.
Indeed a simple love, But love without direction is a cheap blanket And even if it did no one any harm, No one is warm.
love without direction is a cheap blanket....very true...can not be taken for granted....nice poem- 10
Love without direction is a cheap blanket. Nice write. Congrats on modern POTD.
Well, I'd have been better off sleeping myself. These fancies had some sentimental charm, .... is very nice. Your heart is fluttering for love to simple things in life. Loved it.
Wow! What a sensitive heart you have to become responsive to a simple cat-call, when you could have better slept. Never to regret over love disposition. One day you will be rewarded. Thanks for sharing a sentimental piece of work. Congrats for being the Modern PoD.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a beautiful poem on love..... Thanks for sharing...